Note: This video answers the question I raised here, through “Actually, the moment of Earth’s revolution (the spin around the Sun) lasts 365 days, 6 hours, 9 minutes and 9 seconds. The reason why terrans gave the calendaristic year a round number is of practical nature. Still, from the same practical reasons, because of those six additional hours, the day of 29 february is added. I don’t know where the 9 minutes and 9 seconds go….“: every 100 years, the first year of the new century (ex: 1800, 1900, 2000, 2100), despite being a leap year, doesn’t receive an additional day in February (the 29th day).
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Earth was made by God in the third day of His creation and also He gave it a name: “And God called the dry land Earth….”, and from its dust, He made man, “the Lord God formed man out of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul”, and in earth he was fated to return, “for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return”, after God doomed him because of eating an apple from the tree of knowledge of good and evil, for “cursed is the ground for thy sake” and then he banished him from the Garden of Eden, to “work the earth from which he was taken”.
In the most tragic book ever written, Iov, the wise and opressed, the one who wanted to excuse himself in face of God, said: “Naked came I forth from the womb of my mother, and naked shall I turn back in the breast of the earth”.
And, as an irony of fate, a strange gnosis called Kabbalah created the wierdest myth, the most bizarre legend: the golem, through which the one who possess the name of God, the one who reaches the Tetragramaton, Yehovah’s name of four letters, and pronounces it corectly, can create from earth a golem, a man.
Vişan Miu Theodor situates earth, somewhere, between God and heresy. Looking through the eyes of the contemporary world, his meditation of today has the value of tomorrow. Read below the reverence of love he made to the Father, called Him his Celestial Parent.
Introduction by Răsvan Cristian Stoica.
An old man sits on a bench in the park. He is still. After observing that he didn’t move for some minutes, standing with his head looking down, a lady comes and asks him:
– Mister, what are you looking at with such concentration?
– At the twittering dove as they eat bread crumbs.
– But…. why?
– It inspires me.
The lady doesn’t understand the answer and goes away. Hours pass and afternoon comes. Seeing the old man still for a quarter of hour, with his head looking up, a child comes and asks him:
Time… why does it have to move always forward, never behind? We never have enough ot it lately: I don’t know when we progressed into a world of speed, but just as we made this jump, everything began to move faster: information, cars, people, even the clock seems to be ticking faster.